Chapter 5

I took some time to write this chapter because I had so much fun with the last one I was thinking, "How the hell can I make the next chapter better?" I have no idea if it is and to be honest, I'm not really sure how I feel about this chapter. _

Penguin's fingers thrummed against the bar accompanied by an annoying rhythm. A silence had set in a few minutes ago and he hated it. "So… why did Monet drug you? Did you piss her off or something?"

Law shrugged. "I have not the slightest idea."

"Unfortunate." Crocodile raised a brow. "However, you still made it, a few hours late and all. How did you manage to wake up?"

Law being as indiscreet as he was gave the warlord a once over, he was looking splendid as usual. "I am a doctor after all, and Monet has no idea how to administer Donquixote-ya's drugs accordingly. She messed up the dosage."

Crocodile nodded. Although it looked like Law barely managed to wake up.

He gave the older man another once over. Charcoal dress pants covered the strong legs; he wore a navy blue dress shirt under the matching charcoal vest and over coat. Too many rings decorated his fingers as usual and his hair was in disarray compared to the traditional slick back he preferred. A few lone strands strayed across his forehead, more than ordinarily. That is when Law noticed his eyes; they were glassy but aware. The teen's lips curved into a sly smirk. Mister Crocodile was a mere few drinks from being intoxicated.

Penguin's fingers tapped the bar louder each time; in fact, he started singing off key to whatever beat he was making.

Bellamy raised his head from the bar, and positioned himself upright. "Penguin… would it kill you to shut up? Your singing voice is unbearable when you're wasted." He rubbed his eyes furiously, clearly aggravated by the noise Penguin was making.

"Why the hell are you sleeping anyways?" Crocodile smacked Bellamy's back harshly.

The blonde winced. "What the hell man! I just woke up… you're a cold-blooded monster."

"I could have killed you in your sleep, but I didn't."

"Lucky me." Bellamy grumbled under his breath.

Crocodile gave him a condescending smile. He noted that Law's eyes would wander on him every now and then. In turn, his eyes did the same.

Penguin snorted and went for Bellamy's half-empty glass. "I sound amaaazing okay? You are the one that sounds like you're as old as Croco-chan—not that it's a bad thing Croco-chan… your voice is very deep and manlike. Wait… how old are you. You shouldn't be hanging around teenagers." Penguin gave him a stern warning.

Bellamy seized the glass from Penguin's slack fingers. "You are NOT having another glass of anything."

"Bellamy!" The teen shrieked. "Give it back!"

"Definitely not."

Law played with the glass within his fingers before handing it to Penguin. "Here."

"Law!" the blonde stared at the tanned male in disbelief.

"What? He seems thirsty." He teased Bellamy.

"Thank you!" Penguin exclaimed. "Law you are such a sweet little thing." He accepted the drink, grateful to Law. Before Penguin could even place his lips to the glass, someone took the drink from him again. "Why…?" he sulked.

"Your boyfriend's right, you've had enough for the night." Crocodile placed the drink in front of himself.

"And you haven't?!" The teen complained.

"Like you said, I'm older than you. I can drink as many drinks as I want." The warlord glanced over to Law, "As for you, stop encouraging him. You do not want to deal with his drunken advances, slanders, sweet-talk and who else knows what he'll do or say."

Law's eyebrow rose on its own accord. "You're saying Peng made advances on you?"

"I sure as hell did." Penguin winked.

"What?" Bellamy looked as clueless as Law did.

For once, the tanned male could not come up with a decent reply. His mouth was slightly agape as he mused over Penguin. He was a strange one; he was never the same person when he was drunk.

Bellamy rose to his feet. "Okay Peng, we're going to call it night."

"What?" The teen eyed Bellamy wearily.

"Enjoy your night gentlemen. Trafalgar don't you dare drink anything else." The blonde-haired male glowered in Law's direction before helping a staggering Penguin. His skin was crawling with the thought of Penguin advancing on the older man. He did not want to leave Trafalgar alone with that creep but a drunken Penguin seemed more troublesome than a Crocodile.

"No worries." Law waved his friends off. He did not blame Bellamy. Penguin was a completely different person when he got drunk. There was nothing remotely cute about him in this state.

"Goodnight sleeping boyfriend." Crocodile's amused expression met with an irritated glare.

"Sleeping boyfriend?" Law smirked.

"It's a play of words on Sleeping Beauty. He fell asleep after having a few shots and I've been teasing the two of them since this evening."

"Oh, I see." Law expressed polite interest. In truth, he was having a hard time fighting the urges to glance over the violet-haired male when his attention is elsewhere. He sure was handsome Law thought to his self, it made the tanned male more self-conscious of his own appearance, a hot mess.

His hair was damp and noticeably towel-dried; he wore his nicest pair of black pants, they emphasized his well-toned ass and he had on his favorite yellow sweater, washed and wrinkled free. He understood these kinds of parties went from casual to semi-formal, he did both. There was nothing remotely casual about Crocodile. Law shook his head mentally. He should have fought with his dress shirt buttons more fiercely.

Oh boy, he had a nice remark for the way Trafalgar was unsubtly appraising him but he decided against it when he realized how the kid felt about his own attire. The teen went from looking at him as if he was some kind of dessert to worrying about his own clothes. "Yellow suits you." He muttered before consuming what little alcohol left in the glass Law offered to Penguin.

"What?" the younger male questioned.

"Yellow suits you." Crocodile said more firmly.

"Thank you." He did hear correctly, the man complimented him.

"Your confidence is what sets you apart from Monet and all the others around your age. Be sure of yourself, always." The older male rose from the bar stool. Having to deny the undercurrents of attraction was utterly regretful. However, there was no way in hell he would be able to sit here and drink more while Trafalgar was around.

"Wait… I just got here." Law reached out to stop the warlord, his hand grasped onto his sleeve.

"And? I have been here for a few hours, I believe that is enough. If you had wanted to spend more time with me you should have been awake and here." Crocodile unwillingly shook the hand off his coat sleeve.

It was not hard to see the older male's reluctance to leave, if anything it seemed as if he wanted Law to cling onto the sleeve of his jacket, which is exactly what Law did. "Are you sure you won't stay?"

"You can make an attempt to prolong my leaving. After all, I am not immune to persuasion."

The glint in those golden eyes was without a doubt noticeable. The invitation was behind his stoic mask. All Law had to do was beg him to stay a few more minutes, and he would do so begrudgingly, for the sake of pretences. A few more drinks later, the two of them would head for his sleeping quarters. Of course, they could excuse their nightly activities for being drunk. Law knew the trade exceedingly well; however, he was not feeling it tonight. "I believe my persuasion skills are not capable of holding you here." The teen smiled politely. "It was nice seeing you Crocodile-ya." his tongue caressed the man's name with purpose.

The older man nodded. "I'll be on my way." He rose to his feet, heading for the lower deck.

Law stood up as well. He walked alongside the taller man, out of sight. Why do they not skip the drunken part? It meant they would have more time and both sides shared mutual interest. "I was thinking we skip that part."

"Of course you were Trafalgar. There is not an ounce of modesty coursing through your body."

Law's lips curved upward into a half smile. "Not at all."

"Che. You'll be asking for trouble if you aren't careful." The violet-haired man scanned the room before they descended the stairs.

"Relax. No one in this room has the slightest interest in us, see?"

"My height kept you well hidden." Crocodile gestured for Law to go first.

"That too. We can't have scandals happening." Law looked over his shoulder and winked at his accomplice before treading the stairs below him.

"Unless you're reckless enough and maybe a bit of a masochist." Crocodile chuckled quietly.

"I can be a bit reckless… sometimes." The tanned male trailed off.

"I haven't noticed so." His amused expression did not falter.

They made it to Crocodile's quarters in record time. Law looked around; he had expected something more striking from the man. The room was crème coloured with a large mahogany bookshelf on the right wall. In the center of the room was the expected large bed, covered in silk covers of burgundy. He could see the adjacent bathroom's door slightly open with no indication of its design due to the lack of light.

"Were you expecting more?" The man closed the door, turning the lock and setting the deadbolt soon after. They did not need any interruptions or spectators marching in.

"Hmm… I think I was." Law stood in the middle of the room scrutinizing the bookshelf's contents. Most titles were unknown to him, slowly losing interest he moved over to the bed. His fingers brushed over the sheets. They were smooth and cold, as he had expected. "I heard you redecorated but…"

"I'm nothing like Doflamingo. I prefer simplicity over extravagance." He shrugged his jacket off; it hit the floor with a muted thud.

Law scowled as the vest and scarf landed on top of the already floor ridden jacket.

"What?" An eyebrow rose.

"Clothes do not belong on the floor. Plus these things are definitely expensive." The teen sat on the edge of the bed glaring at the older man.

"I disagree. Ah these? They aren't much." Crocodile undid the first few buttons of his shirt.

"They aren't much to you but, I don't think I'd ever be able to own clothes of that class." He muttered under his breath. Law slid off the bed and went straight for the pile of clothes lying on the floor. As soon as he was within range, the older man grasped his wrist.

"I've heard you hate things out of order, especially clothes." The violet-haired male pulled the teen closer to himself.

Trafalgar glanced at the clothes beneath them; he then looked up at the warlord and shrugged. "I dislike clutter." He attempted to bend over and pick up the expensive clothes. "Let go, will you?" He shook his wrist.

In retaliation, Crocodile's grip not only tightened but his other hand snaked around Law's lower back, keeping him pressed right up against the older man. "I don't feel like it."

Law shot him a look of irritation. "Please?"

"I really don't want to." Crocodile murmured. "Are you sure you want this?"

The tanned male made a face. He was chest to chest, more or less with the warlord; close enough to feel his body heat searing through his sweater. "I hate hearing thoughtless things." He said as his arms made their way around the taller male's neck. "I came here willingly if you haven't noticed yet."

"Just making sure. I don't want any more offences piling up." He lowered his neck so Law did not have to stretch on the tip of his toes.

"That's awfully nice of-" a pair of lips came crashing onto his. Well so much for finishing his sentence, he thought as he met them back with a passion worth reckoning. He could not remember the last time he had a promiscuous affair, right… because he has not had one before.

Crocodile slid his tongue between the teen's parted lips. He stroked the teen's wet appendage with his own coercing it to follow along with his own rhythm. Law was not having it. He was not about to submit. His own tongue was going wild pushing itself into Crocodile's mouth, grazing against the older male's inner cheeks, stroking the roof of his mouth before having his tongue tangled against the others. Crocodile having more experience than the other does quickly took control. He plunged his appendage into Law's mouth again. They took a brief break due to Law's lack of oxygen, and then went at it again. Somehow, between then and now they had stumbled towards the bed. Crocodile pressed Law against the mattress and silk comforters. Their kisses became messy and less careful, teeth knocked against each other more than often. It was when the chattering became unbearable they broke apart.

"Hah…hah.." Law panted. "Holy shit.."

Crocodile chuckled quietly. He pressed his lips against the softer ones once more.

Law craned his neck and pointed towards his favorite spot. "Start right here." He commanded.

"Is that what you want?" His lips hovered over Law's neck, purposely blowing warm breath right where Law wanted him to give attention.

"Precisely." One of the teen's hands threaded through the violet hair, using this method to pull Crocodile's head down.

Crocodile complied, keeping his amused expression hidden in the crook of Law's neck. He licked the sensitive flesh tentatively studying Law's face every now and then. He nipped and bit a trail down his throat.

The raven-haired male murmured approvingly as Crocodile's trail of love bites continued down his abdomen.

The older male stopped just above his waistband. He rested his head against Law's abs. "Any request of yours, I'll make sure to fulfill." The violet-haired male brushed his lips against Law's navel.

The younger male covered his eyes with his forearm. Like hell he was going to direct him any further.

Crocodile patiently waited for Trafalgar to order him. Usually he did whatever he wanted, uncaring towards his partner's preferences and turn-ons however, he was practically drunk and considerate as a side effect.

After one long moment, Law still felt the heat simmering beneath his skin. "Crocodile.. You can't just stop." No response. His way of teasing was unorthodox. It wasn't until he heard the light snores that he figured out why Crocodile stopped reacting. "Ugh…" he groaned and rolled onto his side, jostling the older male. Not that he cared if he woke up.

How the hell does one sleep feeling this hot and bothered?